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Our lives are compulsively lived whether we want to admit it or prefer to remain in the denial stage about it. Active minds can only linger in a state of calmness for a very short period of time, restlessly searching for the next challenge, the next thought process to work through. The moments of exhilaration are rarely accompanied by displays that invite public interest, they rather take place in the deep reaches of a person’s mind, more with a subtleness than an epiphanic (there is probably no such adjective) outburst. The feelings such moments engender inspire poems such as this beautiful one of yours. There are, of course, wise men or for that matter wise women out there whose utterances about peace are right on the mark. I like this one: ” We frail humans are at one time capable of the greatest good and, at the same time, capable of the greatest evil. Change will only come about when each of us takes up the daily struggle ourselves to be more forgiving, compassionate, loving, and above all joyful in the knowledge that, by some miracle of grace, we can change as those around us can change too.” (Maíread Corrigan-Maguire)